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Going on the narcissistic trips with her, telling each other that we are utterly hot kittehs, and taking self obsessed pictures of ourselves - in a way this is saving my life. When we can take endless shots from endless angles, we start to discover dimensions of ourselves we never even knew were there. Me at 14 It makes sense now, in hindsight, because having photos taken of me would eventually become one of my favourite pastimes. It lives in the friendzone. My game was getting rusty from spending too much time working in front of my laptop. When a phenomenon leaks so completely and quickly into the cultural water supply, people are bound to get freaked out. I will resume posting again on Monday.

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The Dove company cynically appeals to the insecurities of fat and ugly women to sell soap and cream so profits can be diverted to shareholders, validating and encouraging the grotesque aesthetic. But taking photos of my body did something unprecedented: On my way out of the meeting, I stopped in front of this mirror next to the elevator, and I posed like I was as fabulous and non-boring as I felt. And their parents as well. Instead, she used her photographs to communicate, to make some sense of her surroundings, to speak about her isolation. Scruton does not give us guidance on how much of the aesthetic must be pursued, but warns how the desire for beauty can never be entirely satisfied:. I love taking them and I love being a part of others.

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